ILUM 1100 Hours @EmilyHuene ; @Nefieslab Finally she was seeing results. The planet Ilum had recently fallen under Imperial control. And not a moment to lose. The Imperial Republica was failing. They were leaderless. They were scattered. They were questioning their loyalties. The people in the Core planets were on the verge of turning to the Old Empire as their leader claimed their territories now belonged to him. Eriana Fox had her own agendas to attend to. On the cold frozen planet of Ilum, Eriana had funded an expedition to rid any Jedi off the icy caverns and to build a facility within the catacombs. The winding paths of the cave were a perfect place to build and raise a place where Eriana could preach her Word. Here, she would build a Sacellum, a church of the Sith. On Iktotch, she'd received a vision that she must share her wisdom with the Sith, both of the Imperial Republica and the Old Empire alike. Only together would they be able to snuff out the spark of Light that had begun to grow in the Outer Rims. She'd first gone to Dathormir, hoping it's Dark side connection would be enough to support her cause. But the place was too hostile and unpredictable. Her next thought was Tython, but another of her kind had already started his own mission pack there. So Eriana looked to Ilum. As she read the reports that came back to her, she knew more and more that this was the perfect place. And when she set her own two feet on the cold system she knew the Dark side was stronger than ever. Deep, deep within the core of the planet a travesty happened. Some five centuries ago a crystal was ignited in power and fury, and burned every Force user on the planet. Jedi, and Sith alike -though at the time they called themselves exiles- perished in that fire. Now they were tortured souls doomed to echo the halls of Eriana's church, crying and screaming their last burning thoughts for all eternity. Yes. This was the perfect place. It had been a month since the expedition and now construction crews were working to make a facility large enough to house both church and state. She would welcome all people to her Sacellum, so long as they understood the Word. The Dark side was not a tool as her brethren claimed to use it. The Force gave them this power and they, as Force users, should praise that power. United with true spiritual belief was the only way to bring peace and security to the galaxy once again. Looking over the large temple currently filled with scaffolds, Eriana put her hands on her hips and took a breath of satisfaction. Although she couldn't exactly see the space in front of her, she could feel it growing like a child in the womb. This was her baby. And every day it got bigger and bigger. Here she felt safe. Here she would not expect someone to come and challenge her for her ideologies. She was dressed in her usual Sith Marauder armor though hers was tailored to look more like a domineering warrior. It was even more effident with her Electro whip on her hip. Also on her hips, were her two curved lightsabers that would emit red beams when ignited. The elegance of them spoke volumes about the kind of person Eriana was. They were perfectly identical, meaning they were expensive and not put together with random scraps lying around. The handles even, being curved, gave her a more noble and prodigious sort of vibe to her. It was even apparent in her posture as she never slouched or slacked, though that could have been the corset. The door behind her would open blowing her long, black trench coat around her. Eriana was used to the cold, but the place didn't have heating yet so the sooner the door closed behind the intruder the better. Eriana would turn and cross her arms behind her back, scanning this individual within her Force sight. Her grey eyes looked on blankly through her long black hair. "Welcome," she would say to the person. "I am The Confessor. Have you come to seek guidance?"